"Who wrote this paper? Why is it all in vernacular? It's still long-winded."

Putting down the paper in his hand, Li Longji looked at Feng Changqing and asked. He just glanced at these papers. From the law to the clear calculation, except for poetry and prose, the content on this paper is diverse and extensive. Unfortunately, it is not literary at all, and it makes people feel like they are.

"This paper was produced by Chen Lang."

"How could this paper be produced by Chen Lang?"

Li Longji looked disbelief. When he was in Mai Mansion, he had been with Shen Guang for a long time. When they were talking to each other, Chen Guang had witty words. How could he write such words that were worse than those of the village man?

"Wen Feng didn't know that the guards recruited by this escort business were all veterans who had no support in Anxi, and there were also men who were unaware of them. They were ignorant and could understand plain language. No matter how good this literary talent was, it would be of no use in Anxi. Chen Lang asked him to take him to test these scholars, not seeking literary talent, but pragmatic and capable."

"If they don't even want to use this plain language, can they still expect them to get along with the veterans after they arrive in Anxi?"

Although Li Longji has become increasingly stupid and greedy for pleasure in recent years, he has been an emperor for decades. When he worked hard in his early years, he was an absolute wise ruler. After listening to Feng Changqing's explanation, he immediately reacted and understood Chen Guang's intention. This paper is a kind of screening throughout the paper. Those who are arrogant and arrogant are afraid they can't even take a look at it, let alone do the paper.

“It makes sense.”

Feng Changqing only breathed a sigh of relief at this time. God knew that a romantic figure like Chen Lang would know nothing about poetry and articles. Although what he wrote was very organized, it was just unbearable to read it out.

"You can continue making rolls?"

Li Longji returned the test paper to the scholar. At this time, the servant of the Shi Mansion who had gone to inform him came. Then Li Longji knew that Chen Guang was busy, but he had no time to come to greet him, which made him feel a little unhappy.

"Mr. Lang said that, please wait for Mr. Feng to wait for him to finish his work..."

"Where is Chen Lang? Let's take me over and see what makes him so busy?"

"Feng Weng, what Chen Lang is busy with has something to do with our Anxi Protectorate. Please don't blame Chen Lang."

Feng Changqing hurriedly said beside him, he would not let Chen Guang hate the saint. Sure enough, his words diverted Li Longji's attention, "Oh, I have some relationship with the Anxi Protectorate. I wonder if Judge Feng can tell me one or two?"

"It's not a secret. But Chen Lang has been making sand tables for my guardian for the past three days in case the saint asks me?"

"Why is it related to the saint?"

"I can't tell you about this forgiveness."

"As for the sand table, Feng Wengsui will know after he went to see it."

Seeing that the saint was indeed curious, Feng Changqing took Li Longji to the wing room where Chen Guang was and left the scholars in place.

I didn't know that Chen Guang, who came from Li Longji in person, was concentrating on coloring the already formed sand table at this time. I heard from the servants of the Shi Mansion that "Gao Lishi" had arrived. Chen Guang originally planned to greet him in person, but later I thought that it was too attentive and inconsistent with the character he created, so I let the servants answer that way.

As for whether Gao Lishi had the patience to wait for him, Chen Guang didn't care about it. Of course, it would be best if Gao Lishi came here directly.

While coloring the sand tray, he listened to the movements outside the room. When he heard the footsteps coming from outside, he couldn't help but be stunned. Feng Changqing was limp and his footsteps were best to identify. However, Feng Changqing had seen Gao Lishi, so he could not not recognize him. The person who seemed to call himself Feng Weng was not Gao Lishi himself.

Almost as his mind turned around, Chen Guang guessed that most of the visitors were Li Longji, so he pretended to be more focused and obsessed with coloring the sand table.

Feng Changqing gently pushed open the door and made a ban on the voice at Li Longji, which made Li Longji more curious about what Chen Guang was doing.

There were straight ropes hanging on the beams of the room, and there were hanging wooden boards below. Chen Guang lay on it, holding a pen in his hand and painting something carefully.

When Li Longji walked into the room, his mind was quickly attracted by the huge sand table. The giant sand table covering the entire four towns of Anxi was almost completed. The yellow desert, the iron-green mountains, the blue water flow, the white snowy plateau and the city model dotted it all shocked Li Longji.

There are naturally maps of the world in the palace. Li Longji often watched them when he was in his prime. No one knew the territory of the Tang Dynasty better than him. He quickly found the corresponding place from the place names marked by Chen Guang and the map in his mind.

Although Chen Guang felt that the giant sand table made was not as exquisite, and there were even many places that could be called a mistake, for Li Longji, the visual impact of the real-life giant sand table with a scaled scale is not comparable to that of the map.

Chen Guang seemed to have not noticed anyone coming in at all, and he was still lying there to paint the Pamirs near Xiaobolu with iron-blu until Li Longji interrupted him.

"Chen Lang, is this the sand table of the four towns of Anxi?"

Hearing the sound, Chen Guang stood up from the wooden board as if awakened, then grabbed the rope above and shouted to Feng Changqing, "Take me, don't break the sand table."

Feng Changqing understood and quickly stepped forward to pull the rope on one side and pulled Chen Guang to the edge of the sand table. Chen Guang quickly rolled and crawled down from the wooden board. After getting dirty, he looked at Li Longji and said, "Li Da... Why is Brother Li coming, where is Feng Weng?"

"Chen Lang, I pretended to be Feng Weng and came to visit me. Chen Lang wouldn't blame me!"

"Where is it, Brother Li can come, I'm not too happy!"

Seeing Chen Guang acting like a real thing, Feng Changqing felt that he still lacked a normal heart. Seeing Chen Lang, he actually grabbed the saint with dye and dust on his hands, and his face was full of surprises, which was really unparalleled.

Suddenly, his clothes were dirty by Shen Guang, and Li Longji was stunned at first, and then he burst into laughter. It has been a long time since no one has regarded him as a saint. Although he and Shen Guang are so different, they can really be called a confidant between them.

So Li Longji held Chen Guang's hands, who seemed to realize that he rubbed his hands on his clothes and said, "Chen Lang, let's sit down and talk. Haven't you told me what that is?"

After sitting down on the threshold of the room casually, Chen Guang looked at the sand table and said, "This is a sand table made for my guardian. If it weren't for the delay in General Wang's mansion for many days, it would have been done long ago. What does Brother Li think?"

"I haven't seen such a sand table before..."
Chapter completed!